My 6 year old.

 She woke up this morning looking 6.  I can't believe how old she's getting.

As is becoming tradition, she requested a birthday Poptart.

 Eliza, Hazel and I checker her out of school for lunch.

She choose chicken nuggets and frozen yogurt -- with two cherries, of course.

 Then we got to bring in cupcakes to share with her class.  She wanted vanilla with chocolate frosting, then at the last minute changed to red velvet ("because everyone in my class LOVES red velvet.")

Ms. Tyrrell tried to give her birthday spankings, but Mckinlay was too scared/embarrassed.

Later that night we had Mac & Cheese (at her request) 

and she got the Lalaloopsy house she has been drooling over. 

Happy Birthday sweet, sweet girl!